Not a beggar

A sun in a dried lake, in a Sunday
In a mud stow’s lope
in a water well- not a beggar
though, nor not of
a long beat echoing oar on a lock.

Pull a rope for an anchor- supper bell
for a dead fish,
bait in a rusted can; bounce a worm
on a clay spot, on a
sun day. Rain a negligence on a dry

Plate, scent of a drop not a mend
In between, heat in
a wade some here, hand dip like a
stone bending
No more people to swim in a stretch.

Copyright © 02/18/17 lance sheridan®




3 comments on “Not a beggar

  1. Barbara says:

    The images in this poem guides the reader into many imaginations to paint a barren canvas of brought on by the sun. Profound & Excellent!

  2. This can, I think, be read both literally and figuratively. The lakebed is, of course, parched. We cannot help wondering why. Is this a life now spent and wasted?

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